• Springing Forward is Bad Timing for This Parent!

    by David Weinshilboum

    To say I’m not a fan of springing forward is akin to saying that Charlie Sheen is not fond of sobriety.

    I abhor daylight saving time; Hate it with a capital “H.”

    I’m fully aware that many people love this little invention. I’ve heard from about a dozen of them over the past two weeks. I’ll slog into work, caffeinated drink in tow, stubble on my chin. Then I’ll encounter a lively colleague.

    “Hi!” they’ll say cheerily. Then they see my dour look, and their face will pucker. “Are you OK?”

    Being such a great colleague, I respond by saying, “Mmmflrgf, stupid daylight saving.”

    The pucker morphs into astonishment. “Oh, well, I like daylight savings. It’s so wonderful to see the sun when I get home from work.”

    For those of you who resemble my colleague, I understand where you’re coming from. Like you, I prefer evenings that remain bright; I too appreciate the energy savings that accompany the time shift. Those benefits, however, don’t outweigh the one big negative.

    You see, I have a young child.

    Those who contributed to the changing of the clocks — from the avuncular Benjamin Franklin to hippie lawmakers of the 1960s and ‘70s — did not consider how a mere hour could completely gobsmack a child’s circadian rhythms.

    Adults’ biological clocks can adjust to an hour shift. My 15-month-old son’s internal clock just doesn’t transition as smoothly.

    I know what you’re thinking: “Weinshilboum, we sprang forward. Shouldn’t your kid just get up one hour later?” In theory, this is a seemingly reasonable conclusion. In reality?

    The Sunday of spring forwardness, my infant son, Merret, was fine. He got up an hour later. He functioned normally as did his father. Then it was time for his late-afternoon nap. Usually, the nap takes place around 3:45 and lasts until 5:30 p.m. Not surprisingly, Merret’s teensy little biorhythms weren’t ready for sleep at the “new” 3:45. I realized this and waited until 4:15 to put him down.

    It didn’t work.

    I rocked him in my arms. He made silly sounds. I sang a song to him. He wanted to touch my teeth. I drove him. He contemplated his toes.

    I was decidedly not winning.

    Finally, around 5:30 p.m. he crashed. Hard. There was no way I could deny him sleep. He was exhausted.

    I let him sleep for an hour until my parental warning voice interjected: (imagine the voice of Superman with kryptonite nearby) “Must… wake… baby. Routine… in…. jeopardy!” I frantically tried to rouse the boy. I rubbed his back and cooed at him. He slept. I picked him up and told him that it was “wakey wakey time.” He was a ragdoll. I turned on the TV. He snored. At around 7:30, about fifteen minutes after sunset, Merret woke up. The boy blinked at the artificial lights. He examined the darkness outside. He looked at me, and I could almost see his thoughts: “Dark outside=stay up and have fun!”

    So now, two weeks later, you — and by “you” I mean those who have no young children — have completely forgotten about daylight saving time. You can think inane thoughts like, “If Charlie Sheen’s high on Charlie Sheen, why doesn’t he switch to a less volatile and less expensive controlled substance?”

    Me? I’m still trapped in daylight saving purgatory because my youngest son’s sleep cycle is still out of whack. Just a couple days ago, Merret decided that 10 p.m. was the perfect time to start dancing. In his crib. Pirouettes and all.

    Needless to say, I’m tired. It shouldn’t be much of a surprise that I have bizarre, sleep-deprived daydreams. I sometimes envision going back in time to change things. Forget about revisiting March 15. I’ve thought more of visiting the year 1784, when Ben Franklin first wrote about this idea of shifting the hours. I’d find him in some quiet little Parisian café, and, before he could pen one word about time changes, I’d snatch his quill and tell him to go fly a kite.

      • David Lacy

      • March 30, 2011 at 6:58 am
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      You’re definitely epic WINNING when it comes to the wit.

      You seemed relatively cogent the last time we chatted, so that’s a good sign. 🙂

      • David Lacy

      • March 30, 2011 at 7:42 am
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      The last two sentences of this column are priceless.

    • Loved this. Thanks goodness those days are way behind me. I just have me now to adjust.

      • Christy

      • March 30, 2011 at 9:45 am
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      Still?!? Uggh Merret!! So we dealt a little with this when we fell backwards in the fall…I read to put them to bed SUPER early (like 5:30-6pm) and pray they sleep through the night. then slowly move by 15-30 min back each night until you get to their original bed time. It worked for us. Now you’re in the horrible cycle of sleep-deprived thus sleep-fighting child. Have you tried Tylenol before bed? If you have…time to up the ante with Benadryl! Hang in there!!

      • Theresa

      • March 30, 2011 at 12:17 pm
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      David, I absolutely love your columns. Dour, avuncular, circadian. I’m always humbled by how small my vocabulary is after reading your work, but I relish putting dictionary.com to use and learning a new word (or three).

      My heart goes out to you… It really does! And I’ll confess (only because it’s over the internet and you can’t smack me for my good fortune): I’ve never had a child that didn’t take day light savings in stride. I don’t know how you manage! I hope the little man gets the memo soon!

      • Caryn

      • March 30, 2011 at 12:31 pm
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      Great column, Weinshil.

      • Judy

      • March 30, 2011 at 7:09 pm
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      I love your wit and style, though I am only truly happy when the sun lasts long enough for me to sneak into the garden after dinner.

    • Love this! Especially the line “He wanted to touch my teeth”. Oh, that brought back memories!
      Guess what though… I also LOVE LOVE LOVE Daylight Savings! My depression lifts as soon as it returns… and settles back in when we go to Standard Time in the fall… like tule fog over an ag canal… yes, I live in the country….
      Great work!

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